Ceres moaned again as Zeus tore away the last piece of fabric shielding her from him. Her delicate white lace panties were discarded without hesitation, leaving her completely bare beneath him.
She liked it.
His roughness, his dominance, yet how he balanced it with a gentleness that made her body tremble in anticipation.
Her hands roamed over his hard, muscular back, tracing the defined ridges of his muscles as he continued his fervent kisses along her skin. She let him in, surrendering completely to his touch, to his desire.
Then she felt it.
The way he spread her legs effortlessly, guiding them to wrap around his waist. He hovered over her, his heated gaze locking onto hers as he positioned himself at her entrance.
But he didn't take his time.
Once he was sure, once he had her where he wanted, he thrust forward, hard and quick.
"Aahhh!" Ceres cried out, her sharp gasp slicing through the thick tension in the room.
The sudden pain shot through her, unexpected and undeniable, as her nails dug deep into Zeus's back and shoulders.
He froze.
His breath caught in his throat, disbelief flashing in his darkened eyes. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
She's a virgin.
No...she was a virgin. Until a second ago that is, when he had just taken the one thing he never thought she still had.
"Love," Zeus murmured, his voice unsteady. He saw the tears welling in her eyes, the way she bit her lip to suppress the pain. She was trying to endure it, to adjust to the sudden invasion of her body. His heart clenched at the sight.
He swallowed hard.
He had taken virgins before, but never had he cared. He never spared them a second thought, their pain, the overwhelming stretch of his size, it had never mattered to him. His only concern had been his own pleasure.
But this was different. Ceres was different.
He had always assumed she was experienced. She was engaged to Ryzel, but that never stopped her from playing with other men. She teased them, toyed with them, and let them fall at her feet only to remind them, coldly and unapologetically, that they shouldn't expect anything from her.
She did the same with him.
The only difference was that when Zeus began pursuing her, the other men disappeared from her orbit. Not because they wanted to but because he had made them. Because he had threatened to destroy anyone who dared come near her.
"Love…" His voice was hoarse, strained with concern.
He kissed the tears that welled up in her eyes, the ones she tried so hard to hold back.
"Do you want me to stop?" His hand trembled slightly as he cupped her cheek, brushing away the moisture clinging to her lashes. "Tell me now, and I swear, I'll stop."
He stayed still, fighting every urge within him, waiting for her answer.
But despite his concern, despite the worry that twisted in his chest, his body refused to obey logic. His need for her didn't waver, it only grew. The heat of her wrapped so tightly around him made it impossible to think of anything else.
Ceres trembled beneath him, her breaths uneven, her body adjusting to his invasion. And then, slowly, so slowly, her grip on his shoulders relaxed.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breathy despite the lingering pain. "Just… give me a moment."
Zeus clenched his jaw, fighting against every instinct that told him to move. Instead, he took a deep breath, steadying himself.
"Take your time, love," he murmured, his voice softer.
He didn't dare thrust, didn't even shift his weight. He simply let her adjust, letting her body accommodate him. But his restraint didn't mean he would leave her untouched. He pressed soft, featherlight kisses against her face, down her neck, his lips worshipping every inch of her skin, hoping to soothe the pain in any way he could.
"You're so perfect," he whispered between kisses. "I love you."
Over and over, he breathed those words into her ear, a quiet mantra meant just for her. And in those moments, Ceres let herself get lost in the sound of his voice, in the warmth of his lips, in the way he held her like she was something precious.
The pain was still there, dull but lingering. She had never tolerated pain in any form. But this pain, this one she was willing to bear.
She exhaled slowly, then placed both hands on either side of Zeus's face.
"You can move now," she said, her voice steadier this time. And to prove it, she pulled him down for a kiss, deep and sure.
Zeus had never been gentle with any woman before. He had never needed to be. But now, with Ceres, he was trying.
Every bit of control, every ounce of restraint, he used it all just to move slowly. He forced himself to ease in and out of her, to take his time, to be careful. He wanted to give her pleasure without overwhelming her.
But God, it was torture.
Every fiber of his being screamed at him to take her the way he wanted...to thrust hard, to claim her completely.
Ceres, despite the remnants of alcohol in her system, was fully aware of what was happening. She could feel how much Zeus was holding himself back, how much effort it took for him to be this gentle, how he was putting her comfort before his own pleasure.
And when the pain had dulled into something more bearable, when her body had finally adjusted, she began to move with him.
She knew Zeus wouldn't move faster, not unless she told him to.
So, despite her inexperience, she took the lead.
Ceres locked eyes with him, then bit down on his lower lip hard. Hard enough to taste the sharp tang of his blood.
Zeus let out a low growl, his grip on her hips tightening.
"Take me from behind, love," she said, her voice sultry, filled with a confidence that sent a spark straight through him. Then, before he could react, she pushed against his chest, making him pull out of her as she shifted onto her hands and knees.
If it had been any other woman who had just lost her virginity, they might have hesitated. They might have been shy, hesitant, or uncertain.
But Ceres was not just any other woman.
She had always known what she wanted.
And she took it.
She glanced over her shoulder at Zeus, her long, platinum-blonde hair cascading down her back, framing the smooth curve of her spine. She was completely exposed to him, utterly vulnerable, yet she held herself with nothing but power and confidence.
"Zeus." Her voice was firm, commanding, and laced with expectation.
But he hadn't moved.
He was still staring at her...at the way she looked, the way she owned her body, her pleasure.
For the first time, he was the one caught off guard.
It wasn't hesitation. It wasn't uncertainty. It was something else entirely...something he had never felt before.
Zeus finally snapped out of his daze, his golden eyes burning with pure, raw desire as he took in the breathtaking sight before him.
Ceres, on all fours, her back arched, her flushed skin glistening under the lights of his penthouse.
She was waiting.
For him.
And Zeus?
He would give her everything.
He moved behind her, his hands sliding over her curves, mapping out every inch of her, committing her entire being to memory.
Then, he leaned down, pressing his lips against her ear, his voice low, dark, and utterly reverent.
"I belong to you, love."
His lips traveled down her spine, planting open-mouthed kisses, marking her skin with every whispered confession.
"I'll do anything you ask."
A soft bite against the base of her neck.
"Be anything you want."
A sharp nip on her shoulder.
"Your lover."
A searing kiss between her shoulder blades.
"Your slave."
His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs pressing into her flesh possessively as he positioned himself against her wet heat once more.
"Your king."
His lips brushed over the dip of her lower back.
"Or your servant."
Then, he licked up the length of her spine, his voice dropping into a husky whisper.
"As long as you let me stay beside you."
And with one powerful thrust...
He slammed back inside her.
Ceres gasped, her arms trembling as she adjusted to the new angle.
He felt deeper this time.
More overwhelming.
More intoxicating.
Zeus groaned at the tight, wet heat wrapping around him, his grip on her tightening as he set a rhythm.
Deep.
Hard.
Unrelenting.
He moved with purpose, his every thrust carving himself into her, branding himself into her soul.
And God, he would never get enough.
Ceres moaned wantonly, her nails clawing at the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
But Zeus wanted more.
He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his arms caging her in.
His teeth nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
"Tell me you want me, love."
Ceres barely had the coherence to answer.
But she did.
"I want you."
"Say it again."
His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
"I want you, Zeus!"
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest.
"That's right, love."
His hands roamed her body, touching, gripping, and memorizing every inch of her.
Then, he flipped her onto her back, never once slipping out of her.
He wanted to see her face.
To see her pleasure.
To see how completely she belonged to him now.
Ceres moaned at the angle, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.
Zeus kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling as their bodies moved in perfect sync.
He devoured her moans, swallowing every sound, every plea, every breath.
Because she was his now.
And he was never letting her go.
Zeus felt the moment Ceres reached the edge.
Her body tensed, her nails digging into his arms, her inner walls tightening around him like a vice.
And fuck, he was close too.
"Come for me, love."
He reached between them, his fingers finding that sweet bundle of nerves, rubbing tight, fast circles.
Ceres gasped, and then, with a final, shattered moan, she broke apart beneath him.
Her entire body shook violently, her climax ripping through her like a tidal wave.
Zeus cursed.
He buried himself deep, releasing inside her with a groan so primal, so raw, it sent shivers down Ceres' spine.
They stayed connected, both panting, trembling, completely spent.
Zeus pressed his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face.
Then, as if sealing his vow, he whispered against her lips, "You're mine now, Ceres Evadne Monteverde."
A lazy, satisfied smirk played on her lips.
"Shut up, Zeus," she muttered, her voice lazy and sated.
Then, without another word, she let sleep consume her.
Zeus was speechless.
He had just given her everything, his body, his devotion, his soul.
And yet, she had dismissed him so easily.
He felt used.
Completely, utterly, deliciously used.
But if this was what it felt like to be used by her.
This bliss.
This euphoria.
Then he would gladly let her use him over and over and over again.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Goodnight, love," Zeus murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Then he lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms.
And when he felt her instinctively squeeze into his embrace, he smiled.
Because whether she admitted it or not, Ceres had finally, unknowingly, let him in.